My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars.
I bought me an illusion and I put it on the wall
I let it fill my head with dreams and I had to have them all
But oh the taste is never so sweet as what you'd believe it is
Well I guess it never is
I's these prejudiced illusions...